I saw a car wreck the other day. I pulled over to see if I could help. The car had rolled down a steep bank into a ditch and hit a tree. Three teenage girls were screaming and walking around the car. I went down to see if there was anything I could do. An emergency team arrived and I backed off. As I got to the top of the bank I noticed a car full of teenage boys so I asked them if they knew the girls. They said they were friends. I wandered why they weren't getting out of the car to help their friends. They didn't seem to care. I told them to go and help; they told me that the girls would be okay without them. I tried to tell them that the girls could do with some friends to stand next to them, offer them a sweatshirt or coat, assure them, put an arm around them, but they weren't interested. As I left I was annoyed by these boys' behavior. Why didn't they want to help? They stayed in their nice warm car, out of the rain, away from the screaming. And then I though...